"This time attacking Mingji, we snatched five chicks, two carts of synthetic food, and four medical devices, but that's only part of it. Boss, if we go a few more times, we're bound to strike it rich!"
The leader of the White Fang Guild listened to his subordinate's inventory report and said disdainfully,
"A couple of carts of food and a few chicks have made you lose your head? What's the ambition? This time attacking Mingji, we also lost quite a few people. That female warrior is mighty strong. Ask yourself, holding a gun, could you even hit her?"
Though he said this, the upward curve at the corner of his mouth betrayed that he was in a good mood.
The loot was indeed substantial, enough to sustain them for quite a while.
There are no seasonal changes in the Outer World; surviving one more day is a blessing.
Unlike the simple Wanderers from the Sikkim Settlement, who only sought shelter, the White Fang Guild was an organized group of plunderers with specific goals.
